Lyrics

A blind man calls out to you, your people silence him,
He hears your voice and cries out all the more.
The paralytic?s friends have journeyed far to seek your touch,
The crowd won?t even let them in the door.
And through the ages longing hands have reached to touch your hem
It seems it is your followers keeping you from them.

Chorus: Lord let me never stand between the hungry child and food,
Let me never turn away deciding to exclude,
Make me instead a lighted path, a beacon on a hill
Guiding others to your heart where you are healing still.

The children ran to you, disciples kept them back,
You heard their cries and held them to your breast,
The AIDS patient cries out your name, his pastor will not come
You call him in as if an honored guest.
And as each outcast child has come bedraggled and alone
It seems it is your church, God, casting the first stone.

(Chorus)

Peter on a rooftop called to bring good news
And yet he seemed to doubt what he had seen.
Oh surely not to these folks, Lord, you don?t know who they are,
God?s answer still, ?Whom I have cleansed, you shall not call unclean?

(Chorus)